Granny was brewing a potion to keep clothes fresh and clean - your whites whiter and your blacks blacker. Certain folks might take note of this. Just because you were dead and buried was no reason to for your linens to be messy.

Granny arrived at the clinic and found that a new scrying device had been installed. A very large one.

She frowned at it. It didn't have the feel of magic around it. She poked at it until a picture appeared. A battlefield, where five figures in brightly colored armor battled a demon she didn't recognize.

She sat down and put her boots up on the desk while she watched the battle.

The goats had arrived that morning and were rather displeased after the interdimensional travel, so Granny had to spend some time soothing them. When they were finally convinced that no, the ground wasn't going to get all stretchy and snap them somewhere new, she felt comfortable leaving them alone and headed over to the clinic.

Granny occasionally let her mind wander when no one was in the clinic, but just across town to check on the goats.

Granny was surprised to find the one of the clinic's patients was already dead, but vampires had the same right to medical treatment as anyone. Long as he didn't go 'round biting other patients she wasn't going to complain.

She set up the cauldron on and began brewing a mysterious and fragrant potion that she usually gave to young folks looking for a love potion.

Paying no heed to the newly posted rules, Granny set up her cauldron again. This time she was brewing something in particular - a little potion that helped gentlemen when they had trouble rising to the occasion. Perhaps Mr. Gavin was in need of a little personal assistance.

Granny opened the clinic promptly first thing in the morning. She scowled at the room. Entirely too white and shiny, it was. She hung a few bundles of herbs around the room and set a small cauldron on the main desk.

She looked at the box on the shelf with the people running around inside. Weren't proper to keep people locked up inside a box, no matter what their size. She weren't going to stand for it in her sickroom.

She lifted the box carefully off the shelf and set it down on the desk. The people inside didn't notice. They were listening to a priest rattling on about something or other. "I'LL GET YOU OUT!" Granny yelled at them, but the box was too thick for them to hear.

Her first thought was to smash the glass in the front, but she didn't want to hurt the teeny people. She searched the office and found a screwdriver in a drawer and proceeded to pry off the front portion of the box. It spat sparks at her in protest, but Granny gave the box a severe Look and the sparks stoppped. She wouldn't let a mere enchanted box get its way.

Finally, she had the front off. "All right," she began, then looked inside the box. No people were there. It was just stuffed with strange parts.

"Hurmph," she said, and stuck the front back on the box. Some kind of wizardly scrying device, then. A rather advanced one, it seemed, to have sound and be able to function with no witch or wizard focusing on it.

It was rather despicable to create a device where just anyone could spy on people. Sure, witches did it, but only for people's own good. Weren't proper to have just anyone peeking over your shoulder.

Still, it was a rather clever device. She prodded it a few times, to try and get it working again, but she seemed to have broken the spell. Pity. Would have been nice to try it out. See how it worked.

She put the box back on the shelf and lit a fire under her cauldron. She threw a few odd-smelling items into it to create a properly witchy atmosphere, then settled back in a chair to see if anyone showed up.

"Let's make the weekends on-call. Let's rotate who does it. Let's share responsibility." Tommy said in a high-pitched mocking tone. Of course he was mocking himself so it lacked a certain something.

Luckily there was always TV. Today it was a nature documentary about lions and gazelles. It was enough to keep him from being bored as he hung around on the odd chance an emergency or, even better, another candidate for the clinic jobs stopped by.

Especially since he'd placed a mental bet of twenty bucks on the lions.

[ooc: Like it says. Here for emergency care and/or anybody looking for work in the clinic.]

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